Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Visage,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.